[ "I didn’t think I wanted more." gives Day pause, for the briefest of moments. To him, it sounds rather lonely, though perhaps he isn't one to talk when it's debatable whether he had many friends before he moved to the city either. ]
I think you're easy to talk to too. 'Course I want to be friends.
Why the different attitude now? Ginger doesn’t really know. Maybe it’s because Rum’s not here and Ginger has nothing to be possessive of. And Ginger… he needs something. There’s an itch in him that - needs.
… Is it okay to let Day be a part of that? Maybe he should warn him… ]
[ Day, who doesn't quite realise what exactly he's agreeing to: ]
I ain't plannin' on it.
[ Not of his own will, anyway. He still doesn't know what an angel is, but... Once all is said and done, time and distance will wear on, even if by some chance Ginger could remember him. ]
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What is it then?
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[ Ginger can figure out what that means. ]
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Mrm… I don’t know about that. [ When did that happen - ] Maybe you’re crazy.
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Man, have a little more faith in my sense of aesthetics, would you?
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[ Laughing a little at Day’s expression. ]
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[ ...Well, if Ginger's mood is a little improved, then mission accomplished? ]
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Stop. Day. I’m gonna die at this rate.
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[ He can practically hear the laugh in Day's voice. ]
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But you keep doing it, so what does that say about you?
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[ It's not actually a very serious answer, but it probably stands out that he's using a word like "serenity" here? ]
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[ He peeks over his fingers, studying Day as another question comes to mind. Hrm. How to ask this… ]
Is this you when you don’t hold back?
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[ Does it make sense? He doesn’t know how to explain it. Day just seemed… lighter. Maybe it’s because Ginger got to see some new smiles from him…? ]
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Huh. Maybe it's 'cause I'm chatting with a friend. [ And he's not saying this to be smooth or anything, it's just an observation that came to mind. ]
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Wait… Day’s words catch up to his brain… ]
Me?? We’re friends?? Oh -
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[ It’s that soft happy feeling again, like all the flowers are in bloom. ]
Wow…
[ That brings his list of friends to almost a handful. ]
I really like that.
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You sound so surprised.
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[ One whole friend before arriving here. The rest were coworkers - and his parents. And granted, it’s Ginger’s own fault.
He doesn’t need anyone but Rum. ]
I didn’t think I wanted more. But - it’s so easy to talk to you, so this is nice. That, um, you want to be friends.
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I think you're easy to talk to too. 'Course I want to be friends.
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Yeah.
[ Let’s be friends, Day.
Why the different attitude now? Ginger doesn’t really know. Maybe it’s because Rum’s not here and Ginger has nothing to be possessive of. And Ginger… he needs something. There’s an itch in him that - needs.
… Is it okay to let Day be a part of that? Maybe he should warn him… ]
But - you can’t take it back.
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I ain't plannin' on it.
[ Not of his own will, anyway. He still doesn't know what an angel is, but... Once all is said and done, time and distance will wear on, even if by some chance Ginger could remember him. ]
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